Paranoia

Standing safely

Behind the lines of

Her happy place,

She looks around cautiously

For gaps through which

The undesired might creep in.

She knows that

A solitary tear can break

The dam that she has built

So carefully to withhold

A past that should never have been

And flood the future

That she spent all her life wishing for.

No, that would never do!

So she armed herself
With the useless pages of her life

To stuff the crevices for

As long as she could.

For she knew

That though she was happy now,

Good things never last too long.

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